Sadly, today was Tiger's last on this world. She's been getting more and more feeble but still making it up and down stairs, but today we found her just huddled on the basement floor and she just seemed to give up. So, it was a trip to the vet for her. Here are the earliest pictures I could find of her:
Both were taken in the first apartment Jami rented (on Bruce Street in Conway) when she got her first job, at the University of Central Arkansas. Here's one from just over a year later, Christmas '96, when we'd moved to our first actual house in Morrilton:
(Jami has just, literally 2 days ago, cut up that shirt to make a quilt. Ah, the baggy jeans of the '90s...)
Tiger was taken in by a family she knew when she was found running in the woods with a pack of dogs! She was tiny and bedraggled, so it was assumed she was a kitten. After Jami dipped her and fed her for a while she fluffed up and exploded in size (and vowed to herself that, as God was her witness, she would never go hungry again) and the family refused to believe it was the same cat. At the time I was still in LA and I looked through our old emails, and here is what Jami said about her, on Friday, October 13th, 1995:
I went out to get the cat... She was asleep on the patio, all stretched out with her little feet twitching from dreams. So I picked her up and noticed little black things on her ears. I asked if they were ticks...they were....We got home and came in. Rufus and Sinbad [that's him in the second picture above] ran to see me - until they saw the kitten and they froze in their tracks. I immediately took her to the bathroom and dipped her... She was so pathetic when wet! She almost completely disappeared! ... The dip seemed to work as ticks and fleas were dropping left right and center, and she is, as far as I can tell (it is hard to examine her, she is very wiggly) clean now. Now that her hair is dry I can get a better look-see at her. She is a silver tabby, with very long hair on her jowls and tail , but smoother hair on her face and body. She really has a very cute face and she doesn't meow but chortles all the time. I think Rufus likes that.
When she was taken to be spayed, the vet said she wasn't really a kitten at all, hence our estimation that she was born in '94, she was just small because she was malnourished. Well, she dealt with that all right. She also must have had a lot of Maine Coon in her, hence her distinctive "chortling," which in recent years had become full-throated yowling, usually when waking up from a nap and not knowing where she was. She definitely was a character, but it was time for her to go. She reached about 17 lbs in her heyday but was under 7 when she was weighed today. We're down to 2 cats now - the place is practically empty.
Both were taken in the first apartment Jami rented (on Bruce Street in Conway) when she got her first job, at the University of Central Arkansas. Here's one from just over a year later, Christmas '96, when we'd moved to our first actual house in Morrilton:
(Jami has just, literally 2 days ago, cut up that shirt to make a quilt. Ah, the baggy jeans of the '90s...)
Tiger was taken in by a family she knew when she was found running in the woods with a pack of dogs! She was tiny and bedraggled, so it was assumed she was a kitten. After Jami dipped her and fed her for a while she fluffed up and exploded in size (and vowed to herself that, as God was her witness, she would never go hungry again) and the family refused to believe it was the same cat. At the time I was still in LA and I looked through our old emails, and here is what Jami said about her, on Friday, October 13th, 1995:
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Sad day. She had an adventurous life though and survived it in comfort as she got older.
xM
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